About the people I know who have gradually faded from my memory. There is fiction, there is truth, there is the fog of fantasy and the tears of children.
This is a collection of short stories with a slightly realistic nature. The updates may be irregular, but I guarantee that every word comes from my heart.
In fact, I didn't intend for anyone to see it, it was just to cure my youthful illness. But if you can give me criticism or encouragement, I would be grateful.
Concept: Many flowers growing up in sorrow